บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Who Rejects Me: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Delilah chose her moment carefully.Finn was alone in his chamber when she arrived, standing near the balcony doors, the weight of impending war heavy on his shoulders. He turned as she entered, surprise flickering across his face before softening into something familiar.“You should have sent the guards to inform me?” he asked.“I didn’t,” Delilah replied calmly. “I came myself.”She moved closer, her expression unreadable. “I’ve been patient enough, Finn,” she said. “Through the whispers about me. Through the chaos we had survived. And now, through the war you’re preparing to fight.”Finn frowned slightly. “And?”“And I will not stand beside you as nothing,” Delilah continued. “Not after everything I’ve endured for this pack.”Finn exhaled slowly. “Delilah, this is not the time.”“When will it be?” she asked quietly. “After the war? After blood is spilled? After victory—or defeat?”She held his gaze. “I want to be crowned Luna.”The words hung between them.Finn stiffened. “After t

The room assigned to her was modest by pack standards, but warm.Soft candlelight flickered against the stone walls as she sat on the edge of the bed, fingers clasped tightly in her lap, thoughts drifting between fear and hope. When the knock came, she was startled.“Come in,” she said softly.The door opened, and Knox stepped inside.She rose immediately, bowing her head in respect, but he stopped her with a gentle lift of his hand.“There’s no need,” he said quietly.His gaze softened as he took in her anxious posture.“I came to speak with you.”Her heart skipped.Knox didn’t waste time. “The investigation is complete,” he said. “You were innocent. Of everything.”For a heartbeat, she didn’t react.Then her shoulders sagged, and a shaky breath escaped her lips.“I… knew… I was,” she whispered, as if afraid the truth might still vanish. Her eyes shimmered. “Thank you, Alpha. Thank you for believing in me when no one else did.”Knox inclined his head. “Truth matters in my territory.”

Delon stood by the tall window of his chamber, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the distant treeline where Finn and his men had vanished hours ago.A slow, satisfied grin curved his lips.The fool had taken the bait.The door creaked open softly. A cloaked man slipped inside, his steps soundless against the stone floor. He dropped to one knee immediately, head bowed in submission.Delon did not turn.“Are they ready?” he asked calmly, his voice carrying an edge that made the air tighten.“Yes, my lord,” the man replied. “At your command, they will strike.”“Good.”Delon finally turned, his expression cold, stripped of all pretense. “The moment Finn steps into the forbidden region, he must die,” he said flatly. “No hesitation. Make no mistakes.”The cloaked man nodded.“And remember this well,” Delon continued, eyes narrowing. “The Gamma must not return alive.”The man stiffened for a fraction of a second before lowering his head again. “As you command, my lord.” He rose sw

Delon was still awake when the knock came.Three short taps. One long.It was the signal.He didn’t turn from the window.“Enter.”The door opened quietly.A cloaked rider stepped inside, mud splashed up his boots, cloak torn by branches. He smelled like iron and smoke.He dropped to one knee.“It’s done, my lord.”Delon’s lips curved slowly.“Bring it.”The rider stood and placed a small, tightly wrapped bundle on the table.It wasn’t large. But it was heavy.Very heavy.The faint metallic scent of blood seeped through the cloth.For a moment, the room was silent.Then—Delon stepped forward and untied the knot himself.No hesitation or fear on his face.The cloth rolled open and Finn’s face stared back at him.Eyes half-open. Frozen and Empty.Even in death, arrogance lingered on his features.Delon studied him quietly. Then he laughed.Soft. Low. Disappointed.“So this is the Alpha everyone feared,” he murmured. “Pathetic.”He crouched, gripping Finn’s hair, lifting the head slightly.

By midmorning, Nightclaw Pack no longer felt like a kingdom.It felt like a hive someone had struck with a stick. Restless. Uneasy.Too loud in some places, too quiet in others.The training grounds were half empty. Patrol hunters returned earlier than usual. Patrol wolves kept glancing toward the southern road as if expecting their Alpha’s unit to appear at any second.But the road remained bare. No dust clouds,no victory howls, or returning soldiers.Only wind.At first, people told themselves it was normal.It was a war… And war took time.But as the sun climbed higher… whispers began to spread.“He should have returned by now…”“Have they reached Knox-Shade yet?”“My cousin said they didn’t even smell battle smoke… Do you think something happened?”“Lower your voice!”The murmurs traveled fast, slipping through kitchens, corridors, and courtyards like smoke through cracks.Because no matter how arrogant or useless Finn was… He was still their Alpha.And an Alpha who vanished with